C989 This Kind of Scum

With a "pu" sound, Qiu Zhe fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This punch was so powerful that he simply couldn't withstand it. It was like a heavy hammer had smashed onto his body.

Was this really a human fist?

After being beaten to such a state, Qiu Zhe wanted to get up from the ground in a hurry. "Mr. Yan, listen to my explanation